She falls down
And he helps her up
She cries out and he listens
She commits the worst of sins
And he forgives her yet again
She grows hard and leaves him be
H says to her, 'You shall not forget me.'
Scared as she was, she turns and runs back
Right in his arms, his love does not slack
She prays for forgiveness, now on her knees
He picks her up in a tight squeeze
'I love you, my child, ' he says to her face
She says back, 'Thank you for your grace.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i liked this very much! how true it is.